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Poe'ten'ry [poems of ten lines]
Moving towards the room tiny,
With no doors and windows literally!
With the passage of time at a snail's pace,
Impossible it is to overcome time in race!
At times the restless mind,
Endeavours to find,
A way to breathe forever,
With no fear.
If it were so, life would suck,
The ephemeral life is a sign of good luck!
